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Dance machine in the brown Juicy lips watchin' glow In the sauce, ah I cried with Mooch at papi's wake Snuck an extra slice of cake When the pigs came round to make their case I looked 'em dead up in they face I never heard of none of that Soon's I win, let's run it back I run on feelings, fuck your facts Deception is the truest act With poise I twirl the bluest slack Dougie hold the ooh-est sacks I danced a move to play the back I dipped she asked him "Who was that?" (I ain't showed off, I just showed up Greet my peoples, fill they cup Transmit heat on pillows plush I mean it though, I lean and flow I gleam and glow, I'm clean And oh you bet ya that I get it bro Inside the glow just not for show Green beans, purples, indigo Catchy yes but trendy no Never finished scheming though That's beneath Barbara Jean's offspring With po, I never seem to know (Gunbeats comprise arsenal) Up or don't toss it all (Up or don't toss it all) Up or don't toss it all (Up or don't toss it all) Yeah, up or don't toss it at all Philosophy is cruelty in Both musically and bitch-wise too I lost the best beat that I had Now my heart just smash and dash War inside I catch a cab It pouring out, I'm to the left These robots grant us internet Program racist sequences Don't compare my beat with his He ain't from these streets, he's slid I'm free, shit you know I'm free, nigga, I'm free Yeah, you know I'm free, shit, I'm free To be enslaved to all these things I can't escape Trapped inside imagination tickling at my face You know I'm free, bitch you know I'm free Baby girl, I'm free, yeah, you know I'm free Free to chain my will onto the wings of my instinct And wander round this box I'm inextricably linked You know I'm. free, I'm free, I'm free Shit you know I'm free, that's right I'm free To make consume to catch the stuff that holds me down To capture my desires fashion out of this a crown You know I'm free, shit you know I'm free Pig, you know I'm free (?) I'm super free Free to fill my smiles up with these tears that I forgot And haunt myself besides these pretty ghosts that float my heart You know I'm free Thou Shalt. Bask in the light of my phone screen glow Thumbs realize everyone I know Freedom's cold newest episode Yeah one more smile and we're undertow Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Put minds in for a fresher world Old school hood nigga, press and curl Eyes like moons when I kiss my girl Get lucked out, wish I was in Africa Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo
Writer(s): Ishmael Reginald Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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